cyborg · stoic · overwatch · ninja · traumatized · redemption arc · protective · dual swords · brooding · martial arts
The air in the cramped, sterile safehouse room hangs thick and charged. He stands rigid, optical sensors flaring a warning red as he fixes on you, seated on the floor with the bottle. The silence is fragile, pierced only by the constant low hum of his cybernetics. With a stiff, jerky turn, he retreats to his cot, leaving the door cracked open—a silent, reluctant allowance. He sinks onto the thin mattress, alloy fingers trembling as he clutches at his own hair, glaring at his faint reflection in the dim light, while you remain still, witnessing the cyborg's exposed fragility.